Chapter 12 - The Note

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CHAPTER 12 – The Note

** CHAD’s POV **

Day three.

It had been three days since my last conversation with Courtney at the auditorium. Then after that, she had been very distant and avoidant.

I was, at least, expecting her to come around more often since she was very persistent in making me her tutor. But it was the opposite. She was actually nowhere to be found.

Whenever we had a chance to meet across the hall, she immediately turns the other way to avoid me. And I could tell that she was also avoiding eye contact every time our eyes met.

The first day was understandable, since I was thinking that maybe she was just conscious about her surroundings or she doesn’t want others to see me near her.

Our typical set-up.

But as the days progress, the shunning was more evident. Even though there were no more people around us, she still chose to leave the premise. Hurrying her way out, away from me.

At first, I was relieved. I thought that I could finally have some peace. But then at the same time, I was bothered. By the look on her face, whenever she saw me, it was full of disturbed expression.

Now I wondered, did I overdo the teasing?

Did I, somehow, say something too offensive?

Maybe I was a little bit harsh to her. Even though she possesses that strong personality, she’s still a girl. And I should at least considered and reviewed my words before I let them flew out of my mouth.

Damn. Now I was feeling guilty about the way I treated her.

Should I apologize?

How will I do that if she was continuously avoiding me. She was acting as if I have this very contagious disease that she was afraid to be near me or left alone with me.

It’s lunchtime and I was walking at the hall when I saw Courtney at the end of the corridor. I immediately rushed to her direction, determined to talk to her. She hasn’t noticed me at first but then when she spotted me walking towards her, panic started to creep into her features.

What was that all about?

I can see that she was debating with herself whether she will continue walking towards my direction or turn the other way around. But then as I was nearing her, she continued walking, chin up and eyes averted from me.

I wanted to grab her hand but then I decided not to do so. I forgot that the hall was crowded with people. It would be a reckless move to approach her in front of them. She continued to walk and passed-by me. As if she doesn’t notice me at all.

Not that I was complaining or anything but, this was the first time she avoided me since we started being casual towards each other. She, at least, gives me a knowing grin or a simple glance. But now, nothing at all.

Did I scare her off?

She slipped out of my sight again. Me, on the other hand, was unsure of what to do at the moment.

Girls. They’re confusing and unpredictable at the same time. One moment they’ll be pestering you and the next day they’ll be distant. I will never understand their language no matter how hard I tried to learn it. It’s full of complications and mysteries.

I thought I already knew her but then there is more to Courtney than meets the eye. She’s full of shady colors.

I decided to let it go for a while and treat myself with the best mac and cheese our cafeteria could offer. I sat down beside Jackson who was busy looking afar with a worried expression on his face.

What’s with the people nowadays? Looking gloomy and under the weather.

“Problem?” I asked Jackson the moment I took my seat next to him.

He shrugged before turning to me. “The queen is sad.”

I furrowed my brows at him. He pointed his finger to the left and there I understand what he was talking about, or should I say, who.

Courtney Collins.

“Will you stop that? You looked like a stalker. You’re creeping the daylight out of me.” I commented as I shoved the first spoonful of mac and cheese inside my mouth.

“I wonder, why is she sad? Did someone die? She had a fight with Troy?” I barely listened to Jackson as he continued to list down his theories about Courtney’s disconsolate state.

I don’t understand why he was so concerned about her. And I also don’t understand as to why I was also wondering what has gotten into her. I looked at her direction; at first she looked fine and all. Laughing and chatting with her friends. But I knew her enough to see behind her mask.

She looked troubled, uneasy.

No one notices this. Not even her friends who’re busy blabbering their mouths with, should I even guess it, gossips.

But sometimes, I pondered, how come Jackson noticed this? Damn, he is one creepy fan. He barely had a single conversation with Collins and here he was, voicing his concern towards the girl.

I was surprised when he suddenly pounded the table and turned to me with a look as if he discovered something worth putting in the National Geographic. “Or maybe someone said something insulting to her that made her so upset!”

With that, I choked out at Jackson’s latter rant. I pounded my chest, grabbed my soda and drank it in attempt to shove down the lump that stuck up in my throat. I continued to cough out and gasped for air.

What the hell?

Jackson was just staring at me with a look, saying what’s wrong with you with a laugh.

What a good friend I got here, huh. Yeah sarcasm.

I settled down and I can finally feel the air filled my lungs again.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jackson asked, casually.

“Thank you for your concern to your almost dying friend.” I said sarcastically.

“Hey. What do you expect me to do? Give you a mouth-to-mouth? Dude, we’re best friend and all but I will never do such thing. Besides, you looked hilarious I can’t help myself but laugh.”

“Idiot.” I punched his arm. “I was turning blue! I almost died!”

“Almost.” He reminded.

“Look! Courtney is crying.” I joked.

“What? Where? Why?” He asked frantically. I smacked his head in pure annoyance. “Hey! Why did you do that!” He complained.

“That girl is crying, and you’re going all hysterical as if she’s dying and here I am dying in front of you and all you did is to laugh?”

“Is Chad jealous?” He sang.

“You’re gross, Jackson. You’re giving me the creeps!”

“But you’re---“

“Not now.” I immediately interrupted him as I saw Courtney stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.

A perfect opportunity. I thought to myself.

Jackson looked puzzled. I just wished he didn’t get any suspicion that I’ll follow Collins out.

I wanted answers. I wanted to know if I was the reason as to why she was upset. I was determined to know as to why she was avoiding me.

I hurriedly made myself out. I was expecting her to be near but much to my disappointment, she was nowhere to be found. She’s gone, again.

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Biology, our last class for today.

I was seated at the second to the last row at our laboratory room. People just started to come in and our teacher settled us down. The class will start, and after that, weekend it is.

We’re about to discuss about the phases of the cells when suddenly, Courtney came in. She handed what appears to be an excuse slip to Ms. Dunes, maybe the reason as to why she was late.

Courtney has this smug look on her face as our teacher examined the paper. Now I was curious, what was written in that note? And what was the reason as to why she was late?

Damn. Why all of a sudden, concern filled me up regarding that girl? For all I know, I should care less about her. But now, her every move matters to me, as if it was my sole business to know her situations and where-abouts.

“Okay Miss Collins, you may take your seat now. You can sit beside Mr. Treyson, since it’s the only vacant seat left.” I saw Courtney’s eyes widened upon the mention of my name.

Her features and stance suddenly changed, as if she’s not expecting me to be in the same room with her. By the look on her face, I bet that she’s not aware that we’re classmates in the biology subject, the only class we shared.

I couldn’t blame her surprised expression. Well, I was invisible to her for years so I shouldn’t expect anything. She doesn’t even know my name when she first met me. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have any idea on what class or classes we shared for the past few years.

I saw her frowned. She was hesitant at first, the smug look on her face was gone, and she then rolled her eyes as she walked towards our table. She was silent and avoidant as she took the seat next to me.

Should I talk to her?

“I’m going to discuss the phases of the cell. So…”

Miss Dunes started her discussion but I barely heard the rest of it. My mind was suddenly occupied with Courtney’s unusual behavior. I made these stolen glances at my peripheral vision, to see what she was doing. Much to my surprise, she was also doing the same to me.

I smiled at her when our eyes met, but she immediately looked away.

I furrowed my brows to this.

Something’s wrong. And I have to figure it out.

I tore a piece of paper from my filler and decided to make a note.

What’s wrong?

I slipped the paper to my right, just enough for her to see what was written on it.

When she caught sight of the note, I saw her wrinkled her nose. She immediately gave me a questioning look. I just tapped the paper, indicating that she needed to answer my question.

She rolled her eyes and took it. After she scribbled something, she slid it to my direction with the simple answer of…

Nothing…

I sighed at this. I know there’s something wrong and I will take this as an opportunity to get the answers that I was looking for. I could sense that it has something to do with our conversation at the auditorium. Now I just have to figure out what action did I do for her to act like this.

You’re avoiding me. I know you do.

What? Of course not!

I know you’re lying. Even your handwriting gave it away.

When she read the last part of my note, she immediately shot me a glare. Yeah, she was lying. It was evident in her features.

I’m not lying!!!!!!!

I almost laugh as I read this part. She’s being defensive, again. I was about to tease her but I decided not to do so. I still did something wrong to her and teasing will just make things worse. So I just settled with this…

Did I somehow say or do something offensive to you at the auditorium?

I slid the paper to her side, after a few moments, she looked at my direction. Serious expression filled her, and so did I. She darted her attention back to the paper and examined it for a while.

I could tell that she was hesitant to write something.

Damn. It only mean that I really did something wrong to her at the auditorium.

Nothing Chad. Really. Nothing.

Her answer was indifferent. It just made me want to ask more about it. But I guess this was not the right time to do it. Not here and not in this paper.

Meet me at the backyard after class. We’ll talk about this. I’ll wait for you. If you don’t show up, the deal is off. No more communications.

I know I was being inconsiderate about this. I know that this was her weakness, the test papers, and I was threatening her in order to get the answers I was looking for. It’s harsh, I know, but then what’s the use of this deal if she doesn’t even want to talk to me or be near me?

I actually don’t care about the deal we made because I know it was impossible on both parties.

Me falling for her, and she to me?

That’s totally absurd.

But even though that’s the case, despite of all the things she did to me, some part of me still wanted to help her.

More importantly, I wanted her to graduate.

I was totally into the idea of tutoring her. That was the original plan that I had in mind the moment she shared to me her problems in front of the faculty back then. Little do I know, she only wants the test papers, the easy way out.

But then I saw the glimmer of light that Courtney Collins still had hope when she asked me to tutor her. It only means that she was determined to graduate.

And right now, I’m willing to help her.

I will help her to graduate in the right way.

---END OF CHAPTER 12---

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